Sprinkle black peppers pleaseover my yellow omeletteLike a gold dust drizzle over seaI whiff yellow yolk and peppered glaire – partly stewedand chew my fingersWhere is my omelette?Oh..Oh my…It is raining black pepper dust!My eyes blisterRain keep coming down the streetYet no water to launder my eyesRed liquid choked my eyesLike a omelette, with added spice…Water billowing up from between her legsmade me cry, metallic stomp;I hit a hipster on the neck with crow beakLiquid red salt ran all over pepper dust on the street;I later stand on my feet and a parrot kiss me good byeI bite her mandible, she screech in ecstasy!A baby elephant laughs in pleasure from a distance,I smirk at her sorelyshe walks towards me, in two legsrolls her trunk and make black capsulesshe suckle me capsulesA glass of water please!!!

For readers who couldn’t follow the flow, I have tried to illustrate the mind of the protagonist who is suffering from Schizophrenia (A chronic and severe mental disorder that affects how a person thinks, feels, and behaves) and has unclear or confused thinking symptoms. Though the illusions are surreal, it exists for him. The protagonist is hospitalized and the events described above are his delusions which are the by-products of realism or hyperboles of actual happenings.

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The old puff dog cracked chicken claw
with his torn jaw
And tricycle man wore a black
varicose Vein cover — spiralled legs
He chase thy swarm of flies on a war
for sliced red melons
with a cloth in tatter, don’t think it matter
powdered red chillies in salt water!

She swirl towards wine red melons
Smilin’on tricycle, harder;
His wings took to air like a bomber
She pierce musca abdomens
akin kerosene queue Indians
her thorax jolted by cotton cloth strike
often she twist through cloth holes

Alas she manage
to suck mesocarp juice,
it was spicy; powdered chilly
mixed with hot melon water;
she loved the rind juice instead!
She fly back with open antennas
Housefly on Watermelon…

As a Tamilian i am forced to write this post, This ain’t my usual poetry or literature, so kindly ignore any grammatical mistake… As Tamilians and citizens of India, we are deeply hurt by this Jallikattu issue… Millions of people are gathered in Marina beach, Chennai because Jallikattu is our tradition, it is our culture… it is in our blood, it is being practised for 10k years (This number might stun you, but then we have carbon dated proofs ). How can we let it go? When Supreme Court passed a verdict to ban Jallikattu hearing the Plea from PETA an American NGO,. as Indians we felt we were let down!

North Indian Medias doesn’t pay much attention to this issue, not only to this issue, but any Tamil issue for that matter… When a soldier is killed in the border, he is termed as an ‘Indian Soldier’ , but when a fisherman from Tamil Nadu is killed by Srilankan Navy, The headline would be, ‘Tamil Fisherman is killed’ , ain’t he a fisherman from India? ain’t he your brother? Will they dare to write or read ‘A punjabi Soldier is dead?’ This is just one example… There are plenty!

The protest which is happening is for Jallikattu, but then that is only a spark. This is an emotional outburst of all the depression, suppression & anxiety, buried deeply in our hearts & minds for decades…

Am not here to explain why Jallikattu is not an animal cruelty, there are thousands of videos & Articles to explain it. But I am here to make my non Tamil speaking friends to understand our plight. We wanted to be in India, scream for Dhoni & Kohli, but if this trend continues, then we are afraid we ll lose our Indian identity. We lost our trust on North Indian medias, but we believe our North Indian friends, that’s because all the North Indian friends who reside in Tamil Nadu are participating in the protest…

Finally, I request all my friends to spread our sentiments to all your friends, this should be a national protest, We can’t watch an American NGO come to our soil and dictate what to do in India! Friends we came to Delhi when Anna Hazare protested. Now, we request you to come to chennai, Please give your shoulders, we need you!! Vazhga Tamil, Jai Hind!!!

I am an expressionistic surrealistist, a postmodern hedonist, an unstructured deconsctructionist and scientific spiritualist who seeks pleasure in writing my thoughts.
I write poetry embracing postmodernism, surrealism & neo-expressionism and to an extent analyse patterns and trends of dynamic data as part of my profession. A voracious globetrotter, who like visiting places and immerse in the symphony of nature. Dream is to play Pink ball cricket in a lush green English ground. I take inspirations from Captain Beef-heart, Derrida, James Joyce, Salvador Dali & Eminem.
Have huge respect for Writers & the Painters out there. Working on my E-book ‘Rainbow Debris’ which is an anthology of poems. Wish to converse with you!